Claustrophic kitsch... Crowded comedy... These would be polite ways of putting across the chaos of colour and corny puns that constitute the essence of David Dhawan's new comedy.
Honestly, "Shaadi No.1" is the giddy limit. Its swirling surge of satire and characters makes your head spin and stomach churn. We've seen David Dhawan do such ensemble comedies before. But never with such conflicting and anarchic consequences. Never before have so many characters jostled for immediate and irretrievable attention. To ensure the audience doesn't get restless during the harebrained hilarity, the narrative remains constantly fidgety.
The cinematography and editing suggest a deep link between shallow comicality and rituals of the courtship game.
At any given time in this slammer of a marital satire, we see the three heroes - Fardeen, Zayed and Sharman either talking about sex or money.
The power play is paced at a breakneck speed. The ambience created is that of a corny libidinous carnival. Every ten minutes or so the guys get to sing and dance to Anu Malik's young-at-heart but jaded-by-repetition tunes either with their respective wives or their girlfriends.
Don't expect this film to respect sexual and ethical space. David Dhawan's fast-burn plot has no room for niceties. It catches the tempo of a rap song and turns it into a hectic hip-hop of inane dialogues topped by disembodied images of unfaithful husbands looking for sex outside their homes.
Masti anyone? This time David Dhawan not only pays homage to David Dhawan but also to that other raja of raunchy ruminations, Indra Kumar.